Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“Well, yeah,” she admits.
“Good. Then when we get home, we’ll start looking for a place.”
“Can we afford it?”
“Uh, after this weekend, we can pretty much afford anything. Within reason.” Fuck, how much money did our friends make from their bets last night? “And hopefully Remy’s sitting pretty today and won’t miss my rent money too much.”
“Why?”
I glance over at her confused expression. “He bet on me to win.” I flick my gaze to the door. “I’m pretty sure our entire entourage did. Since I was the underdog, the odds were very much in their favor.”
She stares at me with a blank expression.
“It doesn’t matter.” I kiss her forehead. “We’ll be fine.”
“Griff?” Hesitation wobbles in her voice. “I want to marry you…”
My heart clenches at the but I sense coming. Is she going to ask me to give up fighting? After last night, I’m eager for another match. But not if it means losing her.
“This weekend’s a little soon…” she says.
I blow out a breath.
“I’d like to at least be able to have champagne at my own wedding.”
Relieved laughter bursts out of me. “Fair enough.” I grin, so stupidly happy. “Two years. We’ll come back and get married here? Or do you want your rose garden wedding back home?”
Her eyes widen. “You remember I wanted to get married in a rose garden? I said that when I was like ten.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. It just always stuck in my head.”
“Awww.” She sighs and nuzzles against my neck. “Vegas. Rose garden. Anywhere you want is fine with me.”
I pick up her left hand. “You need a ring, though.”
She tugs on her diamond chain. “You already gave me diamonds this week.”
“That I did.”
She still needs a ring.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Molly
“Would you please stop glaring at everyone?” I say to Remy in a harsh whisper. It’s awkward enough that it’s just the two of us holding down a long table set for twelve people. Remy throwing murderous looks at the two gym bros a few tables over, isn’t making it any better.
“I’m not glaring at everyone. Just those guys who keep staring at you.”
I raise my eyes, watching the front door to the restaurant for anyone in our party. “I’m sure it has more to do with being Griff’s girlfriend than any interest in me.”
“Yeah, that’s even worse.” He finally flicks his gaze down and stares at the restaurant’s menu. “I thought Black Ball Cap looked like someone in Magic’s crew.”
“Ohhh, okay.” I glance at the guy wearing the black cap, but he’s poking his fork into his eggs and talking to the man across from him. Nothing about either of them looks familiar to me. “You could’ve just said that.”
“I didn’t want you to worry.”
I reach over and rest my hand on his forearm. “Thanks for always looking out for me.”
He slowly turns his head and stares at me. “Are you okay?”
“Well, I mean you’re still a meddling, overprotective pain in my butt. But I love you.”
“Love you too, kid.”
“Griff and I made plans to get married here in two years,” I blurt.
He chokes and sputters on his coffee. “I’m sorry, what?”
I grin at him. “He wanted to do it this weekend, but I said I’d rather wait until I can have champagne at my own wedding.”
He takes several slow, deep breaths before calmly answering, “Sounds like a plan. Am I invited?”
“I hope you’ll walk me down the aisle.”
“Yeah.” He reaches over and pats my hand. “Two years. Five years. Ten years. Whenever you want, I’m happy to do it.”
“Ten years,” I grumble, opening my menu. “I want to be done having kids by thirty-three.”
More slow, deep-breathing exercises from Remy. “Uh-huh.”
“Morning, kids,” Wrath bellows. He settles his heavy frame across from me.
“Where’s Griff?” Trinity asks me.
“Yes.” Wrath reaches for a coffee cup, turning it up for our server to fill. “Where is our little golden goose this morning?”
The Lost Kings really did bet on Griff to win.
I guess it would’ve been stupid not to.
How much money did everyone win?
Now that we have company, I can’t ask Remy about it. I should’ve done that instead of teasing him about my future wedding. But every time I think about Griff asking me to marry him, my heart flutters so hard it might fly out of my chest.
“He had some errands to run before our big goodbye breakfast,” Remy says, staring at his menu. “I think Underhill wanted to meet with him.”
“We saw Underhill early this morning,” Trinity says. “He was checking out.”
Remy tightens his hold on the menu, denting the edges of the thick cover. “He might have had a few other things to wrap up.”
“Are you guys leaving today too?” Trinity asks me.
“No. Griff didn’t get to see anything while he was training.” My lips curve. “And he promised me if he won, he’d take me sightseeing.”